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Oct 2012
Tea idly hovers in worn hands, growing colder as eyes softly dilate. Yes, your skin is still existent. Yes, these minutes do slip by. The finest of silk won't produce a proper dialogue, won't.. Shall we play a little longer then? Shall we just try to forget? This clock requires no maintenance, let it run until it breaks!
Meggie D
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